Yet another back-to-school dream. In fact, yet another school dream in which I "double-checked" to make sure this was real life and not just another dream.
First, there was a bit about trying to get to school. It was in Merced. All the roads were under construction and I kept having to detour, and then even the detours had detours.
While on my way, I realized I was way behind on all my classes, of course. Especially Chemistry, which I was surely going to get a D in if I didn't ace all the remaining tests. I'd been on vacation for a few weeks, apparently.
So had my cow-orker Mike. We both had the same problem, in that we couldn't remember our locker numbers, or the combinations. (The usual school dream problem I have.) Fortunately, having had this dream many times, I was reassured that even though this time it was "real", I knew what to do: We'd just check by the office and they would have the information.
It turned out that what they did, though, was give each of us a page that had the nine or so students whose names were adjacent to ours in the school rolls-- not just one entry, but several-- with locker numbers. And no combinations listed. I asked about that, and they said the combinations were published in the school newsletter. We were shocked at the lack of security being demonstrated.
Then I remembered that I didn't need to pass Chemistry to... do whatever it was that had brought me back to school anyway. All of this was optional, pretty much. I decided to go get all my stuff out of my locker before someone else exploited the school's records to take my stuff next time I was out of town.